Feasting on ethnic heat I feed. <br />Spiced with choice ingredients! <br />Disqualified I'm declared... <br />To breathe air my birthright brings. <br />How foolish these things swing back and forth <br />In the minds of those <br />Discouraged by my lack of subservience! <br /> <br />My ancestors did not wilfully play in bondage! <br />Not of my blood. <br />Not of my composed heritage, <br />That leaves me here today with dues paid! <br /> <br />You 'may' criticize my stance and flair for life! <br />That's just the tip of my arrogance! <br />I don't owe you anything... <br />And that's the joy I have!<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spiced-with-choice-ingredients/
